ground floor, pane windows, cement surfaces, bush flowers, rods of metal, a garden, a sunlight that hits the top of her paintings, i wish i could know how to live in both places, skin soft as pillow, an air of candles pressing out this room, rose mist on my leathery hands, she says i have dirt on my fingers, crumbs of bread, green kitchen curtains, the wind wanders this room, in the back of beyond, dry eyelashes from my eyes being open, barren, it feels the love has taken us to, yet the land brooding, if I could only touch, the simple time that we had blessed, vanquish the ease of my sorrow, of time that i used to know, a goodness of her teaching me to forget

Photographs of artists on a farm in Perthshire, Scotland. The prints were installed for the exhibtion "Ghost Art School - The Wrong Map" in a disused bank building in the centre of Glasgow. 

Oil Paintings that were exhibited in the New Glasgow Society alongside soundwork.